Ah, my outstretched arm is quivering in the mistIt is four a.m. along the coastlineAh, feelings of anxiety and exultation are all jumbled up togetherAs the waves flickered

The future is, well, way before breaking the sealComposed only of incomplete raw materials"You are still floundering; it is time for you to dash from here"You said, and your voice is the start of everything

Let's soar in one two and three; it doesn't matter if our eyes are closedIt is a dream tinged with passionThe express which I have always pictured behind my eyelidsIs finally departing

Ah, the dawning sky is inviting us and a white arch is formingAs we lie in wait"Such expectations are the very shacklesSo please, let them go"

We have always been such busy creaturesAnd never available when needed; yet here we are todayDistressing over things like love and dreams for ten over timesThough to be honest, there are also tedious stuff as well

It is not futile to concentrate our eyes wholeheartedly beyond the ground levelAnd sing loudlyJust as we are looking at tomorrowTomorrow also looks back at us

Be it desire or the future, it is instead better to keep them ambiguous for usAnd it is also better not to be fixated about the way we soarFor surely but surely that is the way to soar for a long time

With one two and three as the cue, it doesn't matter if our eyes are closedIt is a dream tinged with passionThe divine wind express that seems to dispel all darknessIs finally departing